Ron-Weasly book 1

On Christmas Eve, I went to bed looking forward to a festive breakfast and fun. In the morning, I was woken up by Harry, who noticed the boxes and bundles by his bed.

"Good morning," I said sleepily as Harry got out of bed and threw a robe over his pajamas.

"Same to you," Harry replied automatically, staring at what lay by his bed. "Just look at these presents!"

"I thought they were pumpkins," I joked, hanging off my bed. She had more presents than Harry. Considering how many relatives I have in the magical world, this is not surprising. I quickly looked through my pile, keeping an eye on my friend.

Harry quickly unpacked the top package. The gift was wrapped in thick brown wrapping paper. There was a rough-hewn flute inside — most likely, Hagrid had carved it out of wood himself. Harry brought it to his lips and extracted from it a sound similar to the hooting of an owl.

The next gift was in a thin envelope and consisted of a sheet of thick paper. A small coin was taped to the paper.

"Nice to meet you," Harry commented. However, I liked this gift — I looked at the coin with all my eyes.

"What a ridiculous contraption!" I finally exhaled. "Is that money? This shape?"

"Take it for yourself." Harry laughed when he saw how pleased I was. "I wonder who else could have sent me a present besides the Dursleys and Hagrid?"

"I think I know who it's from." I blushed slightly, pointing at the bulky package "It's from my mom. I wrote to her that there would be no one to give you a gift...

I got a lot of red paint, after all, it's a homemade sweater and all that.

"O-o-oh," I moaned. "I wish I'd thought of that before. "She knitted you a Weasley branded sweater..."

Harry tore open the package, revealing inside a thick, hand-knitted emerald green sweater and a large box of homemade sweets.

"She knits sweaters for all of us every year for Christmas", I muttered unhappily, unwrapping a gift from my mother. "And I always get the maroon one."

And I look like a tomato with my hair in it. Although aurors generally wear scarlet robes.

"Your mom is just great", Harry noticed as he tasted the sweets, which were of course very tasty. Mom is generally good at baking.

The next gift was also sweet, a large box of chocolate frogs sent by Hermione.

There was one more bundle left. Harry picked him up from the floor. He slowly unwrapped it. Something airy, silver-gray fell out of the bundle and, with a rustle, gently landed on the floor, glistening with folds. I opened my mouth wide in amazement.

Wow. This is...

"I've heard of it," I said in a strangled voice, dropping the box of lollipops Hermione had sent to the floor without even noticing it. If this is what I think it is, it is a very rare thing, and very valuable.

"And what is it?" Harry picked up a shiny silver cloth from the floor. It felt very strange to the touch, as if it was partially made up of water.

"It's an invisibility cloak," I whispered in awe. "I have no doubt that this is her, try it yourself. Put it on."

Harry draped the cloak over his shoulders.

"It's her!" I yelled. "Look down!"

Harry followed my advice and did not see his own feet. He darted like lightning to the mirror. His face was still there, of course, but it was floating in the air because his body was completely missing. Harry pulled his robes over his head, and his reflection disappeared completely.

"Look, there's a note!" I called out to him. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry took off his robes and picked up a piece of paper from the floor. The writing on it was done in a very small handwriting with curlicues, something I had never seen before. Harry was studying a strange note written by unknown people, and I was still admiring the robes.

"Yes, I'd give a lot for one," I confessed. "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing," Harry shook his head.

Before he could say anything, the bedroom door burst open and Fred and George burst in. Harry quickly hid his robes under the covers.

"Merry Christmas!" Fred shouted from the doorway.

"Hey, look!" George exclaimed, turning to his brother. "Harry also got a Weasley branded sweater!"

Fred and George were wearing brand-new blue sweaters, one with a large yellow letter "F" embroidered on it, the other with a letter "D" of the same color and size.

"By the way, Harry's sweater looks better than ours," Fred admitted, turning the gift Harry had received from our mom over in his hands. "He's not a family member, so she knitted him much harder."

"Why aren't you wearing your sweater, Ron?" George was indignant "Come on, they're not only beautiful, they're also very warm."

"I hate burgundy," I moaned, pulling on my sweater.

"And there are no letters on yours," George chuckled, looking at me. "I guess she thinks you won't forget your name. And we're not stupid either-we know very well that our names are Dread and Forge."

The twins burst out laughing, pleased with the joke.

"What's all that noise?"

Another red head poked through the door, Percy's, and he didn't look too happy. Apparently, he had already managed to open his gifts, at least partially, because he was holding a rough-knit sweater in his hands, which Fred immediately snatched from him.

"Yeah. The letter "H" is here, that is, the headman. Come on, Percy, put it on — we've all already put ours on, and so has Harry."

"I... don't... want to," I heard Percy's hoarse voice, as the twins had already pulled a sweater over his head, knocking off his glasses.

"And remember, you won't be sitting with the prefects at breakfast today, but with us," George added instructively. "Christmas is a family holiday."

The twins pulled a sweater over him, so that his arms did not get into the sleeves, but were pressed against his body. And, grabbing his older brother by the scruff of the neck, they pushed him out of the bedroom.

* * *

On the table were hundreds of fat roast turkeys, mountains of fried and boiled potatoes, dozens of bowls of fried green peas and saucepans full of meat and cranberry gravy, and towers of magical firecrackers. The firecracker that Harry and Fred tried out didn't just pop, but exploded with a cannon roar and, enveloping them in thick blue smoke, spat out a rear admiral's cap and several live white mice.

It was fun at the teacher's table too. Dumbledore had exchanged his pointed wizard's cap for a flowered hat and was laughing merrily at Professor Flitwick's jokes.

The turkey was followed by candlelit Christmas puddings. The puddings were a surprise — Percy almost broke his tooth on a silver sickle, taking a bite of the pudding. Hagrid kept pouring himself more wine and getting redder and redder, and finally he kissed Professor McGonagall on the cheek. And she blushed in embarrassment and giggled, not noticing that her top hat had slipped to one side. In general, it was fun. But I'd like to see my older brother and my parents. It's a pity that children are not allowed in the dragon Reserve. They left Jeanie at Aunt Lucrezia's.

The next day, Harry and I had a lot of fun, having a furious snowball fight outside. And then, soaked, cold, and barely able to catch our breath, we returned to the fireplace in the living room. Harry tried out his new chess pieces there and was spectacularly defeated by me. Harry tried out his new chess pieces there and was spectacularly defeated by me. Perhaps if he had played by himself, without listening to Percy's valuable advice, the defeat would not have been so quick and shameful. Unlike Harry, my brother doesn't understand chess at all. My friend has already learned to play well by himself. But he's constantly distracted from the game.

After tea with turkey sandwiches, muffins, biscuits and Christmas pie, Harry and I felt so full and sleepy that we simply had neither the energy nor the desire to do anything before going to bed. So we just sat and watched as Percy chased the twins around the room, who had taken away his prefect badge.

I had eaten my fill of turkey and sweet pie, so nothing mysterious or mystical bothered me. And as soon as my head touched the pillow, I immediately fell asleep.

I got up earlier than my friend in the morning, although he usually gets up earlier than everyone else. Strange.

"You could have woken me up." I said resentfully. We were sitting in the Great Hall having breakfast — or rather, I was having breakfast, and Harry had just finished his story about his nocturnal adventures. No, to think of him wandering around the school alone. What if Snape had caught him? He doesn't like him anyway, to put it mildly, but here's a late-night wake-up call. Or wasn't he on duty yesterday? No, Harry said he heard Filch complaining to Snape about the intruder.

"You can come with me tonight. I'd like to show you this mirror."

"I'd love to meet your parents." I blurted out happily. At least I'll look at this obviously magical mirror.

"And I'd like to see your whole family, all the Weasleys."

"You'll show me your older brothers and all the other relatives." I shrugged my shoulders. "Come and stay with us this summer, and that's it."

"By the way, maybe this mirror only shows those who have already died? It's also a pity that you didn't find anything about Flamel. Take the bacon, why don't you eat anything?"

But Harry continued to sit hungry. I don't like it.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. "You look so strange..."

"It's all right."

Ignoring decency again, I took a couple of fried sausages off the platter and forced Harry to eat them. Yeah, it certainly looked like it... All the Slytherins are laughing at me now. Babysitter for the hero damn.

* * *

Harry was very absent-minded all day, and I was enjoying it less and less. What kind of mirror is this? There were two of us under the cloak today, so we moved much slower than Harry did yesterday. We tried to repeat the path that Harry had taken after running out of the library, and for about an hour we wandered through the dark corridors.

"I'm just dying of the cold," I complained. My feet are already thoroughly frozen. It's very cold in the castle in winter, but I went in my pajamas. Let's forget about it and go back to the bedroom.

"No way," Harry hissed indignantly, "I know the room is nearby."

We passed by the ghost of a tall woman floating in the opposite direction, and fortunately, we didn't meet anyone else. And just when I started moaning again that my legs were frozen and I couldn't feel them anymore, Harry noticed the familiar armor.

"It's here... Definitely here... yes!"

Harry opened the door and, throwing off his robes, rushed to the mirror.

"See?" Harry whispered, turning to me.

A mirror is like a mirror. The usual reflection.

"I don't see anything."

"Look at that! Look, there they are — the parents, and others..."

"I only see you," I replied.

"Take a closer look," Harry persisted. "Come closer, stand here, next to me."

Harry moved a little bit, and now I was in front of the mirror. Awesome! Is this really true? No, I don't think so. What a strange mirror. I froze in front of the mirror, staring at it in fascination.

"Just look at me!" I exclaimed.

"Do you see your parents and brothers around you?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm alone. But I'm different... grown up... and... and I'm the first student of the school!"

I looked more closely.

"I... I have a badge on my chest, the same one Bill had when he became the best student at Hogwarts. And I have in my hands the Cup of the winner of the inter-house competition and the school Quidditch Cup. I'm also the captain of the national team, can you imagine!"

I tore my eyes away from the painting that had so fascinated me and looked excitedly at Harry.

"Do you think the mirror shows the future?" I asked hopefully.

"It can't be!" Harry protested hotly. "My whole family died a long time ago. What does the future have to do with it? Move away, I want to see more..."

"You stared at him all night last night," I said hotly. "Harry, let's get out of here, whatever. This is a very dangerous mirror."

"Harry was indignant."

"I want to see my parents!"

"Don't push me!" I screamed, staggering, when he pushed me hard in the side. Damn, I'm stuck with this piece of glass myself.

A sudden sound coming from the hallway silenced us. We just realized that we were arguing too loudly and probably made a terrible noise.

"Quickly!"

I grabbed the robe. And we managed to cover ourselves with it when Mrs. Norris appeared from behind the door, her eyes twinkling. Harry and I froze, trying not to breathe and thinking about the same thing — does the cloak apply to cats? It seemed like an eternity before Mrs. Norris turned around and walked back out into the hallway.

"It's dangerous here-maybe she went after Filch," I whispered. "I bet my old broom that she's heard our voices and knows we're here. We're leaving."

And I dragged the reluctant Harry out of the room.

* * *

"Do you want to play chess? I'll show you how to transform the playing field into a forest." I asked the next morning when we returned from breakfast.

"No," said Harry shortly.

"Then why don't we go out of the castle and visit Hagrid?"

"Perhaps not..." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "If you want, you'd better go alone..."

"I know what you're thinking, Harry." There was understanding on my face. "You're thinking about that mirror. Don't go there today."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this. Besides, you've been on the verge of failure too many times already. Filch, Snape, and Mrs. Norris are all over the school, hoping to catch you. Yes, they can't see you, but they might run into you. But what if you bump into something or knock something down— they'll figure it out right away..."

"You sound just like Hermione," Harry snapped.

"I'm serious, Harry," I pleaded. "Don't go there. And finally eat. There's your favorite oatmeal. And a sugar bowl. Do you want some eggs? There's the bacon you like. I started pushing the plates towards him, trying to attract his attention with the delicious smell."

But, of course, he waited until evening anyway and went. But I stuffed dinner into it anyway. Apparently, the guy realized that it's not a good idea to sit hungry. The Slytherins have already openly called me the babysitter of the hero of the wizard of Britain. And you can't even punch me in the eye for that. It's true. I got there.

* * *

Harry returned at night upset and much earlier than I expected. Kicking his trunk in anger, he fell asleep. He didn't go to the mirror anymore. He said Dumbledore caught him and forbade him to come there. That's good, because this mirror acts on the mind like a drug.